Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2011 12:45:19 -0500
From: CAMERON BROCK III
Subject: IF HE HOLLER$ MAKE HIM PAY PART 12 GAY AUTHORITARIAN
IF HE HOLLER$ MAKE HIM PAY PART 12
by Cameron Brock III
(cameronbrock3@gmail.com)
NOTE: I'm only 19 so don't expect a bunch of fancy writing from me.
Yeah, this really is my real name and email and all this shit really
happened. I know it sounds weird but it's all fucking true because
people really ARE like this. A guy couldn't make up all the freaking
stuff (LOL). Don't read it if you can't stand the truth about adults.
So I was prowling around in the geek faggot's room the other day while
he was away at class. (I told him it was required for me to have keys
to all the places in our dorm in case of emergencies.) Anyway I found
one of his Geometry notebooks.
Just on the inside cover he'd scribbled:
CAMERON
CAMERON
CAMERON
CAMERON CAMERON CAMERON CAMERON
cAM CAM CAM CUM
CAMERON
CAMERON
CAMERON
CAMERON
Faggot even drew little hearts and smiley faces!! (LOL!)
Which is hilarious. And just exactly the pliant gushing schoolgirl
devotion you Masters want to inculcate in minds of your faggot
cockslaves.
Get your fag thinking about you all the time! Have him constantly
dreaming about needing to keep you pleased, your cock his pacifier.
You're his god.
Then, neatly in the upper left-hand corner of the geekfag's notebook, this:
NOREMAC
And I thought hmmmmm....
I went over to his puter. Waited for it to ask me for a password.
It just made sense the little faggot would use my name spelled
backwards. Sure enough his computer opened right up revealing ALL his
deep dark secrets.
Lucky me.
Nowadays a computer is tremendously more revelatory of the inner
workings of a fag's brain than even his most private journals. After
several months of use what is contained within that cyber alter-ego is
a mirror image of a pussyboy's mind (albeit somewhat darker), even
excursions into the unslaked cravings of his subconscious,
cookie-trails into his fleeting thoughts and passing fancies. Herein
you can unearth histories of all the websites he's visited at 2
o'clock in the morning when he's hyper-horny for cock and
extra-curious about doing anything to get it. Embedded here are
histories of the search queries he's made, records of chat room
messages, photos of what makes him wet his panties.
Plus, of course, some fags are stupid enough to keep a private journal
on their computer.
I saw the geek had somewhere along the way started a private journal
file so I quickly zipped up the file and emailed it to myself.
I also discovered a few of the geekfag's email identities and chat
room screen-names (all suggestive of obedient faggotry), The sort of
stuff I already suspected, the day I first saw his fagface and wanted
to smash it in and stuff it with hot hard cock while he was crying
tears of simultaneous despair and delight.
In cyberspace, the little geekyfag was already trying out the
temptation of being a submissive fag.
With a nudge from the reality of our day to day living arrangements
created by me, my wanna-be fagslave was already exploring the idea of
playing cocksucker roles in cyberspace. We pioneers in the new field
of what I shall call Faggot Psychology would call it "submissive
ideation". Yep, he NEEDED it. It wasn't just cock he needed, though
that was definitely part of it. He needed SUBMISSION.
I was just about to open up a folder that contained some pics when I
heard geekfag coming in, so I shut everything down and he caught me
just as I was locking up his room.
Geekfag stood there for a second, seeing me come out of his room and
asked meekly, "Everything okay, Cameron?"
"Just thought I smelled smoke so I thought I'd check. But I guess it
was just one of my cigars. You know how that smoke lingers. You
really oughta put a smoke alarm in your room."
"Sure, I'll put one in this afternoon."
"And one in the kitchen too."
"Okay, sure."
"Speaking of kitchens. When's supper?"
"Um, I was planning on 5:00 since I needed to do some research on my
computer tonight."
"Better make it 6:45. I've got a meeting over at the frathouse."
"Okay, Cam. That sounds good too."
(Never let a fag dictate YOUR schedule.)
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Actually not REALLY the frat house.
My university is in a section of town where there's tons of enormous
houses. Some surrounding the campus have been turned into frathouses.
Others are still just the large mansions of rich people.
One of these large homes belongs a lawyer fag who was just starting to
serve in the frathouse when we got shut down by the scandal. But lo
and behold, the fag now wants to talk to me about opening up HIS OWN
HOUSE as the Alpha House!
Seems the fag truly enjoyed his beginning experiences at our
scandalous frathouse so much that he really wants to continue with his
training as a cocksucking faggot pussyboy. He really liked being the
house fag. He stripped naked in the frathouse when he got off from
work. He'd let us fratboys do whatever we wanted to to him in our
basement.
On weekends we locked him in the basement closet and made him listen
to fagRadio on repeat for 24 hours straight. He had nothing to do but
sit there naked in the dark and listen to somebody training him to be
a fag cocksucker, and to realize what a low cum-slurping cash-paying
faggot twatmouth pussyboy he was.
The guys swore that each time they drug him out of the closet to give
them a blowjob or to put on a little fagshow for them he would just be
more and more eager/desperate to please them each time.
It was amazing how a few hours of FagRadio brain-training could turn a
supposedly mature adult into an obedient grovelling fag.
We played dodgefag with him, and had the stupid fag running around
naked between us while we had fun trying to hit him with a basketball.
He'd hold still while we took potshots at him good with our paintguns.
And of course he always thanked us after he sucked us off. It was
getting so his mouth was almost never without a wad of the teen cum he
loved. Hard to imagine this puny naked, fucked up cum-covered fag to
be this high-powered lawyer in his mid-forties who works so hard in
his three-piece suit, begging to taste our teen cream.
But had always harbored secret dreams of being treated like crap by a
buncha frat dudes.
I was his wet dream come fucking true.
Me and the guys had already broken him in to be an obedient
cum-sucking dues-paying pussyboy. We'd already taken turns belting him
and making him pay for everytime he screamed just like I'd done Fag
Gifford.
Hell, we even played soccer with his nutsack, kicking the fagnuts back
and forth between us (the fag just happened to be attached to them! ha
ha!) Before every blowjob he now begged to give us, he also had to beg
us to please step on his dick first--and THEN he had to fucking PAY us
for it!!!
When we were done using him, we plugged the earphones in to his mp3
player and had him listening almost constantly to Fag Radio reminding
him what a cocksucker he was, while he was doing his floor-scrubbing
duties at the frathouse.
We had times where we would make the fag kneel naked in front of us
while we laughed and filmed him and made him answer our questions
interrogation-style, like what was the first cock he ever sucked? what
was the most cum he'd ever swallowed? what was the sickest fantasy he
ever had? We laughed while he cried and blubbered stuff like it had
gotten to the point that even at his lawyer's office, the mesmerizing
reminders that he was a fag was constantly running through his head.
He said he looked at the world differently now. He said that now he
knew his place. He said that now he didn't feel so cowardly about
asking a real man if he could suck his cock. He was a lot more
comfortable acting like that true cocksucking faggot that he was
instead of constantly hiding it all the time.
Already some of the guys from the frathouse were hanging out at the
lawyer-pussyboy's place. We helped outselves to beers that he was
ordered to keep constantly stocked in the fridge, bringing our
girlfriends over to fuck them in his swimming pool. We had a fun new
rule that he wasn't allowed to eat anything unless we threw him scraps
from our table. And of course making himself available, whenever we
just got horny, for our cocks and cum.
Crying like a fucking baby, he confessed to me that now that he was
listening regularly to FagRadio he had cravings for cock almost
hourly. His need to suck, and his desire for submission was now so bad
that he broke down one day and found himself begging to suck the cock
of the young office intern, And now the intern was making him suck his
cock off regularly in the mornings.
Naturally we made the fag lawyer fork over his fag tax regularly,
constantly, increasingly. I loved that he was PAYING us to fuck up him
and his life royally.
While my fag sat naked on the floor in his spacious living room he
listened to me talk about my plan for taking over, taking over his
house and his life.
My vision, you see, is actually bigger than a mere frathouse.
Lots of stuff would be experimental at first. I would make it part of
my research in psychology, fag psychology.
But then once we discovered what worked, we'd be a fully-functioning
organization of alpha-males learning how to use fags, training fags,
disciplining them, fucking them up royally, making them listen to all
the suggestions on FagRadio, messing with their faggot heads and
faggot lives, and it would continue to do so well beyond our college
days.
Maybe even these rich and well-connected faggot slaves will continue
to assist the Alphas in their careers beyond their college years. I
told him how a fagslave like him would serve us superior males even in
his everyday life as a lawyer. In addition to money he'd pay us on
demand, if any of us ever had any legal problems, he and his
overpriced law firm would be there to offer their services for free.
While I told him everything I had planned, I could see the fag's mouth
water, his oozing wormdick stiffening, reddening, at the very idea of
helping us alpha males out, and being in on the ground floor of
beginning the world's new paradigm of naturally servile slaves to
naturally superior men.
So I let him fumble my cock outta my pants and suck on my cock while I
told him more details about what him and his fellow faggots were going
to do to serve me. This blowjob just served to confirm his obedience
to me in all things. His mouth gaped and distorted, trying to just get
his lips around the head of it. His tongue stuck out to lap up the
blob of pre-cum dangling out my piss-slit.
As a cocksucker, the fagpussy really needed more work, and I told him
so. My wanna-be cocksucker seemed crestfallen that he had not pleased
me completely, though his tongue kept licking away at my juicy
fuckstick. I could see the look of utter distress on his face when I
told him he was only a so-so cocksucker, because he NEEDED to please
me absolutely. But I took his chin and guided his mouth back down on
my cock.
"But that's nothing that blowing a hundred more cocks won't fix,"
I said, "See, no matter how good a cocksucker you think you are, no
matter what a lowly fag you've imagined you've become, there's ALWAYS
room for improvement. As a fag you can ALWAYS go lower. There's always
ways you can do more and more things to please us. Like with your
cocksucking for instance. Relax your throat. See, you really need to
be able to swallow the WHOLE cock on the first go. Gulp it down in one
swallow. You've got a pussymouth now." I stretched his lips with my
fingers while they still mouthed my cock. "These, these lips. These
lips are now pussylips. They need to ACT more like pussylips! They
need to BE more of a pussy. Work on that. Real men really like it when
you're throat's open on the first go. They really want to feel your
mouth slobbering all over every inch of it immediatly. Your mouth was
meant to take it, and you need to work on that till you can do it
right. They like to stick it down your pussymouth instantly no matter
how big they are. Especially if they're in a hurry and they just wanna
nut in your mouthpussy, you need to be ready to take it, swallow it
all, and drain out all their cum as fast as they want to feed it to
you. You should be practicing that on some of the dildos we bought
you all the time when we don't give you a real cock to suck. A REAL
cocksucker's mouth should learn to be constantly busy at its true task
of cocksucking all the time. You want to be a REAL cocksucker, don't
you?" His busy head bobbed and gurgled around my pole. "Even when my
hose is half-hard, you swallow it all the way down your throat, take
it all the way down till your lips are slurping on my curlies and your
chin is smacking against my nutsack. Then you tighten your throat
around it and just let my cock grow big and fat inside your throat."
I helped him out a little bit with that aspect of it, causing him to
gag up some of his fag phlegm, but that just helped coat my cock and
balls so it finally slid down easier. Ha! I could even see my cock
lodged halfway down his throat, bobbing up and down inside his neck
like a second adam's apple. And getting bigger, and so much more rigid
that he had to stand up some to accomodate it as it glided down into
his gullet. I pinched his tits as a signal to keep sucking. I said,
"Yeah, that's it. I want you to watch the next time I fuck one of my
girlfriends over here. I want you to get up close between our legs and
see how her pussy takes care of my cock and I want you to think about
making your cocksucking mouth the exact same way. Hell, both your
holes are already juicing like crazy when they get a cock stuck in
it." Then I give his tits a hard twist. This was like an aphrodisiac
to the fag, cause he just sucked all the harder on my cock, not
wanting me to pull it out of its mouth-pussy.
I made him crawl around for awhile then decided his butt needed to get
fucked--hard. He snivelled that it was the first time he'd ever had a
cock in his ass.
I said, "Well this is gonna be the first of many!" I saddled up
between his upturned buttcheeks. "Don't worry, you're gonna get used
to it and you'll keep wishing you had something up there all the time
after I get done fucking you.'
And just so he did get used to it, I made sure I fucked him
excruciatingly slow. I wanted him to know and appreciate every painful
inch of my cock up his butt pussy, I wanted his skewered asslips to
memorize every bump and ridge of my cock.
Stupid fag even tried to hurry me up by humping back on it, trying to
get it over with fast, but I knew burying my cock into his ass deep
and slow would make it rough, excruciating and memorable so he would
think about the pain/pleasure constantly after that, even find himself
aching for it in the middle of the day, and from then on remembering
he had a hole that needed to be filled.
He would think about my big cock widening his hole and his asslips
would just naturally start to itch for some man, ANY man, to stick up
his newly cored pussycunt.
Even while I fucked him I made him crawl to his safe (every rich
lawyer has a safe) and made him dial the combination while I watched
and buttfucked him simultaneously. He had 500 bucks in cash in there
and I just reached in and took it. You should've felt the way his
asspussy started spasming around my cock, just the way girls' pussies
do when they cum, because he was so excited to give everything
EVERYTHING up to me. Yeah, both his ass AND cash! His dick even
spurted its fagjuices down his leg. I smeared his face with it. Just
for that, I made him shut the safe a few times on his flabby little
clit-dick. He screamed and his hole tightened up real good around my
cock, trying to clench the cum outta me.
I didn't cum in his ass, but instead made him take my hard cock back
in his slobbering mouth, lashing his chin with my nutsack, and eat my
cum from the tap while he also got a taste of his own ass-juices
slathered all over my cock. I clamped his face clean down to my pubes
and said, "That's it, just think like your mouth is one big pussy, one
big hot juicey well fucked pussy, cause thats all its ever gonna be
good for from now on, just getting rammed with cock after cock for the
rest of your cocksucking life!"
That throat loosened up with spasms of pleasure thinking of all the
hard manly cockmeat he'd get to suck now. His eyes widened when my
cock throbbed an extra inch wider, barrelled down his throat to cannon
out ballwads full of cum, cum rich in all the manstuff the fag craved.
By the time I got through cumming down his gaping cunt-throat the fag
was practically pasted to my cockmeat, wrapping his tonsils around my
foreskin and sucking all the dick-jelly outta every little fold. His
jawbone worked doubletime. His throat sponged up all my cock's
drippings.
I didn't even have to tell the horny cumhungry little fucker, but he
cleaned my tool up good, even lapping my nuts and tonguing deep down
into my asscrack for any residue of tangy fuckjuice he could savour.
He was prolly hoping for another load cause he wouldn't take his face
outta my crotch till i slapped him up side the head and left him
panting like a dog with his tongue stuck out. His mouth was all foamy
and he licked around at it while he twisted his own tits in some fit
of piggy faggot ecstacy.
I left whimpering fag with a medium-size buttplug stuck up his ass and
told him he couldn't remove it till tomorrow afternoon.
"Don't take it out till one of the guys comes over and decides to fuck
your fag pussybutt again, fagworm! I left enough cum up your hole to
give him plenty of lube." I gave the bottom of the plug a slap against
his buttlips. "I'm going to stop by your office tomorrow and feed you
lunch so you better be sure its still in your hole tomorrow, else
you'll be wearing one of these plugs to work in your fag mouth!"
Now he really would go around all day with the feeling of a cock
filling up his ass! He was thanking me and telling me what an honor it
was to be able to turn his house into a headquarters for us alpha
guys, that he was looking forward to having a hot lunch from my crotch
tomorrow, that he loved the taste of my cum, etc, etc. He just kept
babbling on telling me what a hot fucker I was.
I just laughed at this fag, a supposedly grown man, a law-school
graduate, desperate to do more and more, addicted to my dick,
desperate to do anything for my teen cock.
I spit on him and he practically shivered with a little faggot
orgasm. I laughed again at this helpless grown man turned into
fuckputty in my hands.
I pictured how my buddy was gonna brand his butt with a cigar tomorrow
night as the first offical fag slave of Alpha House.
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As you can tell, I've got lots of stuff on my plate this semester, but
I did take a look at the geek roommate faggot's most recent computer
journal entry and I gotta say I was pleased.
Geekfag doesn't know I'm doing this but I just decided to print for
you all the last entry from this little pussyboy's journal.
Have a laugh:
"I don't know how much more of this I can
take!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!because
I'm losing sleep and can't seem to relax and I can't focus on my
studies and if my grade point average falls mom is really going to be
mad.
that's why i'm typing this at 3 in the morning because my roommate
Cameron is making a lot of noise having carnal relations with some
girl he brought home from some sorority party, and she sure is loud.
in fact all the girls he brings home get so loud i feel like i ought
to call the fire department. just
listening to cameron and her sort of makes me excited and sort of
makes me wish i could get with a girl like that but i know a girl like
that would never mess around with a guy like me and even just thinking
of the time Vanessa laughed at me when we finally got our clothes off
and then left just sort of makes me think i'm never gonna be the way
regular guys are. even so, lately even just using my hand hasn't been
as fun and sometimes i can't even finish it, even though it leaves me
restless and wanting....something. Cameron sure never seems to have
any trouble in THAT department and I can see why sometimes when we
have to share the bathroom when we get ready in the morning. He just
never seems to mind showering and shaving and everything totally naked
in front of me, though i try not to look, and i really think it's
better that a guy should at least use a towel the way i do just to
ensure some privacy. i try to satisfy myself sometimes when Cam isn't
home but lately the feeling down there is just kind of numb and too
many times Cam comes home unexpectedly with some girl that he wants to
use in a sexual way, so he makes it real clear that I should probably
just go to my room and study, and it's just as well because i can't
really find pleasuring myself very satsifying any more though
sometimes i try till very late at night, manipulating myself with all
sorts of weird thoughts till i'm kind of raw down there, i find my
thoughts wandering more and more about stuff i need to do during the
day like what i'm going to make Cam for breakfast and whether Cam
needs his gym shorts washed if tomorrow is gym day or not and then i
just lose track. i felt kind of bad that i was in his way the other
night when he wanted to make out with this girl, so in a way it kind
of soothed my guilty conscience a little when he asked to borrow 20
bucks from me so he could get lunch that day even tho he hasn't paid
me back any of the other money i loaned him, it still felt better and
maybe that would remind me to be more considerate from now on. i was
thinking maybe i could request a change of dormitory partners even
though i am getting kind of used to Cam's cigar smoke and his late
night bacchanals with the ladies plus he's kind of bossy but a lot of
the things he says about me is basically true so i guess i can't
complain, maybe it's even helping me be a better person, with him
telling me when and what i should eat and wear, it's weird to say but
i've never been around a guy like cameron before and never knew it
could be so....complicated--yet kind of a relief at the same time.
maybe what's keeping me from changing is that everybody on campus
thinks Cam is awesome cool and in a way they think maybe i'm kind of
cool and lucky to be living with Cam even though they don't know how
much hard work it is living with the coolest guy on campus and nothing
i do seems to please him!!!"
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I chuckled over my computer screen as I read all this and I shot a hot
creamy spermload down Fag Gifford's throat and thought about geekfag.
Yep, me and the geekfag roomie are on the right track.
He's confused. He's frustrated.
He's titillated.
Wants to get away from me--but can't.
Can't quite make himself break off his hero-worship of me and my cock.
Already his submission had taken hold. Already the trap had sprung on
his tiny little fag clit and he was squirming there without even
knowing it.
And now I had plans for him.
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INSTRUCTIONS AND EXPLANATIONS FOR FAGS AND THEIR MASTERS
Essentially FagRadio is this: it is a sort of guided meditation about
cocksucking and being a fag, and subservience, and obedience, and
making sure that superior men are always served and receive pleasure.
It is about 45 minutes of a recording made by me, a superior male,
telling a cocksucker (like Cuntface, or Fag Gifford, or Geek Fag) who
and what he is, and how he should go about it, and what he should be
more focussed on because he is just a fag. He is a fag, he was born a
fag, and always will be nothing but a fag. And he will be much happier
once he learns to accept it. This is a recording that a faggot might
play in his ears when he goes to sleep at night, or even while he is
out jogging, or even when he is sucking on superior guy's cock for
long periods of time.
Just as with guided meditation recordings to help you relax or
meditate or become richer, this particular recording is meant to help
subliminally reinforce the idea that you're nothing but a stupid
cocksucker and meant to serve real men. You'd even be able to put this
on repeat and listen to it all night long so that it eventually enters
your subconscious so that during the daytime you will be more open to
the idea of your servitude to the world of real men and your low
stature in that world. Hopefully it will make for a better world full
of more docile and obedient cock-serving faggots, more willing to be
used, so that we will all be happier doing our part.
It's sort of like sleep-learning and cognitive therapy, but a kind of
guided meditation for cocksuckers to learn to accept the fact just
being fags is what they were born for. Fags report that it already
makes them more submissive in everyday life interactions with superior
men. And Masters report that it makes their cocksuckers even faggier
than ever. Fags write me and say they feel happier and less frustrated
because of it. And, because they are more relaxed and receptive to the
ideas, they get even MORE COCKS TO SUCK!
It will be a help to fags AND the world because fags will more readily
offer themselves up as fags to be used by superior men. As the fag
that you know you are, it will help you better acknowledge the fact
and make it easier for you to get over any qualms about serving your
true masters: real men.
Current fags and their Masters already report amazing results.
I really DO find that my cocksuckers are much quicker to obey me, they
are much more docile, have less inhibitions about being abused both
verbally and physically, and I get very good results from it in a
short while, if a faggot is made to listen to it regularly.
Even Masters can buy this to use on their fags to make them more
dedicated!!!!!! Make 'em wear it while their sucking you!
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Any fags that wanna show their appreciation to a $uperior alpha male
like myself, feel free to $how me your appreciaton at paypal
(cameronbrock3@gmail) and/or show me your gratitude by getting me
something from my gift list at amazon under cameronbrock3@gmail.com.
If you send me an email at cameronbrock3@gmail.com just remember I
don't wa$te time just playing with fags who don't know how to show
their immediate and con$tant appreciation. Hell, even send some
donation to Nifty.org for even giving you the ability to fantasize
your sicko fantasies like Mr.Gifford's.